Oh, city of the an­gels!
In dreams di­vine­ly sweet,
I pass thy op­en gate­ways,
And walk thy gold­en street;
I join the grand sweet an­thems
Before the great white throne;
And I am filled with rap­ture
That earth has ne­ver known.

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Oh, ci­ty of the an­gels!
Beyond thy jas­per gates,
For all earth’s wea­ry pil­grims
What rest and peace awaits!

Oh, man­sions of my Fa­ther!
I en­ter through thy doors
Of ame­thyst and jas­per,
And tread thy gold­en floors;
And those who went be­fore me,
And long since ceased to roam,
Cry out in sud­den rapture,
Oh, wel­come! wel­come home!

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Oh, rest be­yond the ri­ver!
Thou art not ful­ly won;
I may not share thy rap­ture
Until my work is done;
When death’s white an­gel calls me,
And I no long­er roam,
Oh, ci­ty of the an­gels,
In thee I’ll find my home!

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